h4Chapter 30: Chapter 30 Alpha Zion Going Feral/h4

But then her thoughts turned to Levi. The one person who had stayed by her side, her loyal Gamma, her only friend, who had never wavered. The thought of leaving him behind, knowing the danger he’d face in her absence, tore at her heart. She couldn’t let him die for her, not when she had a chance to survive.

She wanted to save him, but her body refused to respond. Powerless, she slipped into a deep sleep. In that darkness, fragmented and distant memories yed out in an endless loop. The scenes were hazy, the faces unrecognizable, and the voices—just garbled echoes ofughter, cries, and desperate shouts.

Chaos reigned in the dream, and though she couldn’t move, she watched everything unfold as if from a third-person view. Yet deep down, she knew—strongshe was that girl/strong standing at the center of it all.

Meanwhile, back at the packhouse, Zion suddenly dropped to his knees as a searing pain tore through his body. His mate bond—his link and connection to Addison—was unraveling; she had severed her mate bond with him along with her connection to the whole pack. He felt it, the link suddenly snapped. It wasn’t the feeling of her dying; no, it was something more agonizing.

It felt as though she had willingly let go of the thread connecting them. His heart twisted violently, and he coughed up blood, each breath like a de slicing through his chest.

"strongNO!/strong" Zion roared, the sheer force of his voice shaking the walls of the packhouse.

But even as pain wracked his body, he didn’t hesitate. With a burst of desperation, he charged toward the window and hurled himself through it, ss shattering around him.

He hit the ground hard—he was in so much pain that he couldn’t evennd on his feet, his whole body mmed on the ground—but he didn’t stop.

Staggering, dragging his legs beneath him, Zion forced himself up and ran. He had only one destination in mind: strongthe dungeon./strong

"Addison... Addison..." Zion kept mumbling, his voice raw with desperation as he dragged his feet down to the dungeon. Each step was heavier than thest, but he pushed forward, driven by instinct and pain.

When he finally reached the cell, he was met with the wide-eyed stare of ire’s startled attendant, who was silently mopping a floor stained dark with blood. The metallic scent hit Zion like a wave—Addison’s blood was everywhere.

His eyes instantly burned red with rage. He didn’t need to ask questions. He didn’t need an exnation. The thick scent, the blood sttered against the stone walls, the lingering trace of silver in the air—it was obvious.

She had been subjected to a silver whipping.

And she had suffered.

"A-Alpha..." the omega stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

Zion’s nose was bleeding, a testament to the pain he was trying to suppress. The agony from the severed mate bond wed at his insides, threatening to tear him apart. He hade here to find Addison, to demand answers—only to be met with the horrifying truth of what had been done to her instead.

His fury was palpable. He was seeing red.

Inside his mind, Shura—his wolf—was howling in rage, thrashing against the confines of his control. The beast was losing patience, wing violently at the mental barriers Zion had put in ce.

He could feel Shura trying to break free, trying to seize control of his body and unleash unrestrained vengeance. Zion’s vision blurred as the internal war escted, his breath ragged, body trembling on the edge ofplete berserk fury.

He was seconds away from snapping.

"WHERE’S MY MATE?!"Zion’s voice thundered through the dungeon,ced with Shura’s feral growl. It wasn’t just a demand—it was a roar born from agony and rage.

The sheer force of it struck ire’s attendant like a blow. The terrified omega dropped to her knees, trembling, her eyes wide with panic. Zion had unknowingly unleashed his Alpha authority, and it wrapped around her like an invisible vice.

She couldn’t lie—not with that kind of power bearing down on her. If she tried, the weight of his dominance would crush her from the inside out. Her brain would feel as if it were being squeezed in an unrelenting grip, while her bones twisted beneath an unbearable pressure.

Defiance wasn’t an option. Zion was her Alpha. He was furious and his hostility was directed at her.

"S-She escaped...."

"What happened here?! What did you do to my mate?!" Zion’s voice boomed, echoing with fury and desperation.

"T-The Beta... B-Beta Greg," the omega stammered, choking on her sobs, "he ordered the Luna to be punished... o-one hundredshes... with the silver whip... f-for being a traitor."The words barely left her mouth before she crumpled to the floor, weeping in agony. But Zion didn’t hear the rest—he didn’t need to.

His eyes glowed a dangerous crimson, bloodlust washing over him like a tidal wave. His transformation was nearlyplete—fangs bared, ws extended, saliva dripping from his jaws as a deep growl vibrated through his chest.

Then, without a second’s hesitation—istrongsh! /strong/iHis wed hand swung through the air, and the omega’s head was torn clean from her shoulders. A sickening icrack/i followed as he crushed her skull in his palm like it was nothing but fruit.

istrongROAR!!!/strong/i

The beast had awakened. And it wanted blood.

That roar echoed through the entire territory like a war cry from hell.

Beta Greg froze in ce, his hand mid-swing, ws dripping with Gamma Levi’s blood. He’d been ruthlessly raking his nails across Levi’s chest and abdomen, trying to beat the location of Addison out of him. But the moment that beastly, bone-shaking roar filled the air, a cold dread seized him.

His whole body trembled.

Gamma Levi, already on the verge of copse from the brutal assault, finally slumped to the floor unconscious. Blood pooled beneath him, but even in his weakened state, he never gave Addison up.

Beta Greg backed away, panic wing at his throat.

"Shit... shit... I’m doomed!" he muttered over and over, eyes wide as he looked around, sweat beading on his forehead.

He reached out through the mindlink, desperately trying to contact Zion—but the link was dead. Sealed off.

The Alpha had gone feral.

There was only one thing Zion wanted now: to find Addison.And anyone who stood in his way...strongWould not live to regret it./strong

Zion’s massive wolf form burst out of the dungeon, his eyes glowing a terrifying, feral red. His chest heaved with rage and desperation as he sniffed the air, searching—strongdesperately/strong—for Addison’s scent. That familiar fragrance that once brought him peace, that felt like home.

But it was gone.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find a single trace of her. His insides twisted, and for the first time, strongtrue fear/strong wed at his heart.

He didn’t understand.

He hadn’t epted Addison’s rejection—stronghe couldn’t/strong. Yet the mate bond, their sacred connection, hadpletely copsed as if it had never existed. Zion couldn’tprehend it. He didn’t want exnations.

strongHe wanted Addison./strong

He wanted to find her, to hold her, to strongmake her stay/strong.

The fear that she might disappear forever, that he might never see her again, sent Shura—his wolf—into a violent frenzy.

And then, he snapped.